"Listen, all we're asking is that you kill us our demon. There's not much gold, but we can get more!"
The town room, a small wooden chamber with a few chairs and a table, burst into pleadings. Crin Eritney stood before the table, where a man stood on the other side.
She squinted her eyes in thought, and decided both with herself and with the Jury on whether or not to do it. The villagers of Oakwood pleaded, offering bags of coins for the treasurer to take up.
"I'll do it," Crin said. The men and woman all proclaimed thanks and honorable praises. She took up their money, knowing very well that if she failed she would not get any. This normally wasn't the case, and she never stole from villagers, but this case was a very strange one.
They needed her to kill a mothman.
The name bugged at her mind. When she asked them for descriptions, the village folk said "it is half man, half moth!" or "It is a giant moth with two great wings!"
But, although the descriptions varied a little, one thing was the same. They all said it lived off on the mountain, in a cliff side cave, and when ever it appeared above the village some sort of misfortunate event would take place.
Crin left the village, went to the inn and gathered her hunting satchel, and took to the village gates. The watchman reeled them open and she went through. Right outside the village, the road disappeared into the thick taiga forest. She took a breath of the crisp air and looked up, past the blue pines and into the great sky, where the mountain layer of the beast scrapped against the wall of clouds far into the deep, dark woods.